[Patron: Gift of the Gods] Chase Walker's Story

Name: Chase Walker
Age: 24
Supporting Constellation: Dokebei's Deal - A team of at least 5 humans and 4 animals will be arrange throughout the games. 2 of the humans are garaunteed to be Stella Walker and Jaxon Shift. 2 of the animals are garaunteed to Chicken the Mixed Breed Cat and Squibs the Komodor Dog. Once a team member joins, Chase Walker will have a means of tracking them to know their location at all times. In exchange, Chase Walker will keep things interesting for the host's game show.

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 Chase stared blankly at the information block as he stepped outside, taking a moment to assess the deal and ensure it was correct. With a slight nod, he then looked to the host creature, and then to the animals following him. He wasn't sure what means he would have to keep track of them, but Mamacita the anaconda, Maximus the saint bernard, Missy the american long hair, Bandit the Ferret, and seemed now Beauty the Pit Bull were all members of his team. According to the deal, he should already have a means of knowing where they are at all times. It didn't matter at the moment, since they were obviously there with him, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't being cheated.

Once he ensured the deal with in place he would scan the area. The subway entrance True Chase normally used for work was about a ten minute walk from the shelter. Something told him it wouldn't be that easy but it was the closest thing he had to a lead on where to go. That thought in mind, he started his way down the hill the shelter stood on and towards the main road to the subway. As he walked it was clear this was not the same person that had initially joined the game as Chase Walker. His poster wasn't that of a timid yet well trained martial artist. His shoulders were back and his hands were calmly in his pockets as he took every step with purpose. He kept scanning the area for threats and signalling the animals to stay close so he can keep an eye on their well being. He didn't actually care much what happened to these four, but his only goal was always to get the situation to a point where True Chase could safely come back to his body. Four more dead animals were not an ideal situation for that. If he had to sacrifice one of them in battle he would but he would avoid that as long as he was able to.

Without breaking his consentration on the surrondings or his stride, the player began addressing his host again. "Tell me, creature," He spoke coldly and unfeeling like a machine, "The old man could control the dead and we can speak with animals. According to the deal of the previous game we should also be able to control the dead to some extent now. Are there other abilities I should be aware of?"

Chase nodded and quickly tapped the option to proceed. Not like he had any way of getting to Jaxon, Stella, Chicken, or Squibs within the time period of they were in need that day. And this would certainly be interesting, thus fulfilling the contract for now.

Placing his hands on the old man's body, closed his eyes, and focused on the moments before his death. He wasn't sure what the side effects would be, but that wasn't really his concern. Sure, having the man back may improve the situation for True Chase, but it also might make no difference at all. He was more doing this to keep his contract for the creature.

"You were dead." Chase noted with very little to no feeling behind it. Stand up, he proceeded to explain the situation. "Our planet has entered some sort of death game. You died. The creatures in charge of it are extremely powerful and granted us abilities. This necromancy ability was yours. You helped Chase survive and thus he inherited it from you. It was less than 30 minutes so I was able to revive you."

After brushing his pants off he turned to the host creature. "Entertaining enough for you?" Then he looked back to Rupert. "If we don't get underground soon it will be for nothing. We have 30 minutes left to get into the subway and I don't intend on letting this body fade. If you want to live let's go. I can't bring you back again." As he walked out, he placed his hands back in his pockets. Once again, especially for Rupert who had worked with Chase for a few years now, it would be very clear this wasn't Chase, or at least not the Chase he knew. He commanded the animals to follow once again and began swiftly making his way down the hill. Every so often he would turn back to ensure the old man could keep up.

Chase watched the man stumbled to his feet. He took the plan into consideration. It would be faster but...

"If we are caught by a monster and it flips the car we would be fucked. You sure you can navigate it?" He asked, picking up the capture pole, testing the weight, and spinning it like a bow staff. Once he decided it would do in a pinch he followed the old man. "You were just brought back from the dead. Chase never learned to drive, this neither can I. If you can't guarantee safety I have to decline." He noted coldly and calmly.

"I need to get this body to a place and state that Chase can retake control. I don't like being needed. Stella is in the subway already. That's a good first step, so that's where I'm going. If you can get me there and prove useful, good."

There was something wrong here. He was talking in the third person. His personality was so vastly different for normal. This... Wasn't Chase. That was certain. Chase's records did have a history of psychological disorders, though it wasn't listed as what. For the first year he worked there he had a support dog with him and was prone to panic attacks but this was different. Still, this Chase didn't seem bad, just cold and one tracked. He also seemed untrusting and sceptical of the usefulness of Rupert. "I brought you back to fulfill the contract I made with that thing to be interesting. If you can help as well, even better. I'm going to reunite Chase with his Sister, friend, and animals. That should be enough to bring him back so I can leave."

"I understand people of you're generation aren't very well versed in mental disorders, Mr. McLean, but dissassociation is a far cry from schizophrenia." Chase noted, calmly walking passed the older man and beginning his way down the hill. "Chase isn't here. I am. Stella and Jaxon took to calling me the Other Chase and frankly I don't care enough to come up with something else. I'm what's known as  trauma holder. Chase had it rough. Too rough for a kid to handle. So... I was there to take his place." He had gotten far enough ahead of the man, but not so far that he couldn't be heard before stopping for a moment and staring at the ground. "I took the hits for him. That's all I ever do. I don't want to be needed. He doesn't deserve to be in situations that require something like me. And for a while... it seemed like we had finally made it to a place that I wasn't."

The Other Chase sighed, finally showing some sort of emotion as his shoulders drew down and back slightly. The pole strapped to his back and his hands still in his pockets, the sadness could only be truly seen in his eyes and somewhat in his posture, but if the title 'trauma holder' meant what it sounded like... this was a person who has only ever experienced the worst parts of someone's life. Someone saying 'I don't want to be needed,' or 'I don't want to exist' held a very different meaning coming from his mouth. But he sighed, and continued his way down hill.

"Stella and Jaxon know us well. The two of them tag teaming between true understanding of Chase's situation and comic relief have been able to pull him back out in the past. Squibs is specially trained to help him with comfort and pressure tactics and Chicken... well Chicken is so dumb he runs face first into walls at least once a week... but it makes Chase laugh at least." He began picking up the pace as he got closer to the bottom of the hill and the ten minute walk to the station. "They should be able to get him back, even in this situation. Who knows... maybe with them and situation he can escape... I'll finally be able to rest and let him do some work for a change."

Spiteful. Caring... yet spiteful. He cared about Chase. He thought Chase was too good to have to deal with situations like this... and yet... why should he have to instead? It wasn't fair. It never was. But it was his job regardless. He would make sure Chase survived by any means necessary and hopefully get him to where he could take control again. If Rupert wanted to tag along that was his choice.

"Obviously this isn't the last of it." Chase noted, once again losing the emotion from before and being almost robotic in his expressions. He followed the man simply because it seemed he knew what he was doing. Whatever was the best bet to get Chase to safety and reunited with his sister was the path he would take and at the moment following Rupert seemed to be that path. "This isn't going to end until everyone is dead or there are only a few standing. It's some sort of sick game show, meaning they are trying to get it down to a winner.

He stared at the pop up for a moment. The question of why wasn't on his mind, only how. "Hey, imp." He called over to his deal holder. "How would I get that thing what he wants? Set it on fire?" Moneybwould be important in this, that was for sure. "Also you never answered my question before. We have eyes on Stella. Was she with the dog and cat? What about Jaxon. And how do I track my team? Hold up your end."